Jason.. .
Maybe not so large a topic...but oh so interesting!
Maybe.
I leave it up to the audience.
The saga starts on May 12 1971. I'm hoping I was worth the grief I caused my mum with my birth, but then again I'll leave it up to her to say so. Mum and dad were doing something...working I assume, and living on the Burlington strip, in the shadows of Stelco no less. Lots of beach, but iron filings were falling like snow (??). This maybe didn't quite fit the bill for great living. They moved to Australia to get away from it all. Sydney was now home. Then, without warning they moved back to Vancouver Canada, and my nemesis, a.k.a. "the brother" Jeremy was born. We both set out to conquer the world. That was made difficult by the fact that neither of us had learned to walk or speak yet, so we just drove our parents nuts instead.
Our parents divorced in 1975.
Not having two parents to drive crazy, we turned on each other, and drove ourselves nuts, with occasional breaks for birthdays, Christmas, and other assorted holidays.
In 1985 mum sent us to live with our dad.
A formal truce was signed in 1991, and we began our normal lives. I finished High school and moved onto University, and my brother became an astronaut in his own space program.
I loved sports quite a bit, and with after numerous failures in the stamp-collecting field, I managed to settle on Track in 1984. A little bit of training proved I could actually do something worthwhile and I focused on it for the rest of my days...so far. This brings me to 1999.
In my spare time I hone my web design skills and think up weird things.
So there you have it.
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